Prime of his life

Thorn Russo · 09-06-2012, 09:55 PM

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Set before the hurricane.

Thorn had been traveling every day now it seemed and he doubted it would stop anytime soon. With preparations for the brewery getting more and more complicated as time went on the white Russian felt himself poured into his project. There was still equipment to be scavenged and soon he'd be meeting with at least one of the leaders to discuss the big picture. The sun had been up for a few hours and already the elder Russo was sat outside the brewery on the step making notes and running a paw through his carefully slicked back salt and pepper locks. Deep in concentration Thorn didn't even have his fedora on his head, it sat needing repairs next to him while he finished scribbling down a note in Russian.

Setting down the pencil piece on the brim of his hat and folding the note, he placed it in the large hip pocket on his kilt (which now bulged with scraps of paper from the past week). Only the notes Ink had helped him with sat in a different pocket and he smiled at the memory. His older body had been protesting all the walking and it was his paining knee and hip that kept him home today. It felt good though, it felt amazing to have a project aside from his cooking that gave him a reason to get up in the morning and not waste the day away with smoking and reminiscing. He missed his birthplace fiercely but this was the first time in these lands that he knew he was going to be okay here.

Leaning against the brewery, Thorn slouched down repeatedly until he was lying flat with his head propped up and his arms stretched out in the grass. Very little wind ruffled his fur and he felt like he was four years old again in the prime of his life.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 10-06-2012, 09:58 AM

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Sorry for the wait, brain has been having one massive freak out. / 703. 7 pts

The day was deceptively calm, an average day with average weather, just concealing the terrible storm to come. He had worries, he had plenty of worries for one so young, not even three and his brain refused to shut up. He worried about Grace and her progression through pregnancy, that brought him on to worrying about becoming a father, which sent him into a descending spiral of thought that often had him trying to convince himself that he would be a good father. Thinking of fathers made him wonder about his own, cogitating on how Brandr and Aracelle were doing back in the Solbjorg, his heart sinking as that only reminded him of the impending Dawnrunner attack on his old home. Would he lose his own father, a kind and caring wolf, at the same time as he became one himself? Would his parents know that they were soon to be grandparents, would they survive to find out? It's not like he could take a quick trip home to tell them, or to take the pups once they were born, it was a good 6 month trek across the country. He would never put young children through that, and he wasn't sure that he would feel all that comfortable leaving the pack for so long.

He sighed and shook his head, large ears flopping with motion. The violent shake took him a little off balance and he stumbled slightly, his legs flying out from underneath him. Ciaran, the dark furred tabby curled around his neck, yowled loudly as he bailed. The cat landed on the forest floor with a much more delicate thump than Niernan did, his body folding in on itself as he landed on his front paws. Nier landed on his hip, the bone hitting the mud with a dull thud. He rolled over and pushed himself up, groaning quietly to himself, Bloody useless, aren't ya? Can't even walk in a straight line for more than 5 minutes. Pull yaself together ya moron. He insulted himself as he straightened, brushing dirt and leaves off of his shorts and chest fur. It was as he stood that his nose caught the strange scent, a new wolf, someone he didn't recognise. He had a feeling they were pack, the pine and brine smell was there, but also he thought that no loner would be stupid enough to wander this far into a pack territory. He shrugged to himself and waited for Ciaran to scramble back up his body to curl around his throat again. He gave the cat a swift lick on the head and rumbled in Low Speech to his companion, Let's go check out this scent eh? Just in case. The cat nodded and purred in response, nuzzling against his friends face.

As Nier walked the cat kept his odd grey green eyes trained on his partner, worried about the wolf. He hadn't been his usual bubbly self recently and Ciaran was concerned. They were all excited and nervous about welcoming pups into the pack, Coli and Lilin already having had theirs, and Grace had had a hard time accepting the changes to her body. As far as the cat knew the she-wolf was getting used to it and coming around to the idea, she had told Nier as much when they had met the travelling trader sisters. For Ciaran that meant that the worrying should be over, but he knew that Nier found it hard to leave it at that. He was about to say something to Nier when the wolf stopped, his cerulean eyes trained on a white figure laid next to a ruined building.

The white figure came as somewhat of a shock to Nier, he hadn't expected to find the other so quickly, but after stepping out of the trees and finding the building he had come across the stranger. The man was wearing a skirt... Nier cocked his head to one side and contemplated that. He had never seen a male wear a skirt, he thought they were for females, but if this fella wanted to wear it he could. Nier stepped forwards, his voice breaking the peaceful silence of the clearing, Hey there, ya alright fella? He called.

Thorn Russo · 10-16-2012, 10:01 PM

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Sorry for the wait. Also noticed on the wiki that you want to get Nier's ear pierced at some point? 'Cauuuse Thorn can do that.

Thorn had drifted off while he was lying in the grass. Wind gently ruffling his fur and the chill of autumn still not completely upon them during the day. Memories of Russia had swarmed his mind like they usually did, thoughts of his children that now had grown into adults and memories of his past mate wherever she was now. When they had decided to each go their own way and he had decided to come back across the ocean they had spent just one more day together. From the time the sun rose to the time it set Thorn and his beloved Asya spent every minute together and part of the day had been spent just like how Thorn was now. Except then he had little on his mind other than leaving his home for his second home. He certainly hadn't slept during that time. Drifting from sleep into a doze and dreams beginning to sink into darkness he let his mind wander. Now he couldn't quiet his mind completely, there was still a little part of him that was running through what he needed and what needed to be done to the brewery to get the first batch of sugar beer on the way.

The wind shifted slightly, barely and Thorn let the faintest bit of a foreign but familiar scent enter his nostrils. It was Vinatta scent, that much was apparent but he didn't know the wolf beneath. Eyes still closed and body slightly tensing the white Russian made no effort to really seek out the source of the smell until it came very close and spoke. Thorn had never met a dangerous creature that used the word 'fella' and he hoped that wouldn't change now. Pushing himself up a bit and leaning more against the brewery he opened his eyes and stared at wolf with living cat scarf. Blinking he raised a pierced eyebrow and pushed himself up completely so he was sitting properly, if leaning slightly more on one hip. Bringing his knees towards him and smoothing out his kilt he smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, friend. Too many trips to Halifax City for my age I think." He smiled but he hated saying those words, he was a Russo, he never got old!

Putting his hat back on his head he pondered whether he should remain sitting or stand proper. His hips weren't aching as much and he didn't feel so tired and so he opted to shakily at first and then steadily stronger bring himself to stand. Tail gently wagging he stuck out a white and black hand to the darker wolf. "I'm Thorn Russo." His accent bled into the words a little bit but wasn't overpowering. He gave a smile to the cat and couldn't help but remember Asya's total fear of felines. "You have a very handsome kitty there too." Just in case kitty wasn't usually friendly perhaps some compliments might help.

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Niernan Stormbringer · 10-22-2012, 12:44 PM

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*looks around innocently* Of course I didn't forget about this thread... Not at all. / 349. 3 pts

He smiled amiably as the elder wolf propped himself up against the ruined building. Nier would never feel comfortable gleaning his fellow canines age from appearance alone, but the way his comrade moved and addressed himself gave it away. It was then that he flicked his eyes over the white wolfs body, noticing the salt and pepper flecks in some places of his fur. He grinned crookedly and winked at Thorn, Your age? You don't look a day older'n 3 my friend. Besides, the trip to Halifax knackers me out too, and I'm what you'd call a 'whipper-snapper' He chuckled at himself, hoping that the other wouldn't be offended by his jokey attitude.

The male placed a hat on his head and pushed himself to his footpaws, Nier looked away slightly as the elder male stood, averting his eyes politely from the initial shakiness of his ascent. Once Thorn was on his footpaws and standing firmly he looked back at him, deep cerulean eyes flicking to the black and white handpaw held out to him, then back up to the males face. He gladly took the elders paw, shaking it firmly, Pleasure to meet you Thorn, I'm Niernan Stormbringer. Thorns accent made Nier's ears sing, he hadn't heard the Russian accent before and it pleased him greatly for some reason. Ciaran had noticed the way Thorn looked at him, curiosity and a greeting in the elders eyes. The cat, acting as a scarf, looked up at the other wolf and meowed in greeting, his whiskers twitching as he took the compliment from Thorn, "Thank you sir, you are rather handsome yourself, and you have a lovely accent" The cats slightly accented Irish voice was quiet and friendly. Ciaran uncurled himself from Niernan's shoulders and skidded down his body, thumping gently into the ground, his elastic shoulder joints absorbing the shock. He padded on his velvet paws to the white wolf and butted against his legs, trying to wind himself around the limbs, tail curling slightly. Nier chuckled, Ah, he's a handsome lad my Ciaran, but shameless when he wants attention.

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